There are those days…
Sometimes I think I should stop to write, because people won’t be satisfied. Because they won’t be comfortable with what I have to say.
But those days….
They always motivate me even more to do so. When writing I don’t have to think about being polite, about what is suitable for a certain situation.
To write whatever I want…
Actually, since I am writing when I am all by myself there’s no one who can try to interrupt my thinking and feeling. No one who could try to manipulate my voice so that it would be more satisfying.
I can just voice my mind, my heart, my soul.
I can just voice myself.
Whenever I write. I turn my inside to the outside for everyone to hear. Maybe that makes me vulnerable. But guess what: It’s worth it.
Think about it:
There are no limits. Complete freedom. Nothing to fear. Nothing to pay attention to. Nothing you can’t write.
Now, the question is do you want to allow yourself this freedom?
Freedom to feel relief, to feel hapy, to feel like a weight has been taken of your shoulders, to feel glad that you haven’t kept back…
Even if it’s only once or once in a while – or only for yourself ?
Freeing his own mind can possibly work better than any therapy. Especially when sometimes… you are overhelmed, stressed out or … when you feel like you got lost in your own thoughts…. when you need someone to listen and to understand. Someone who would always listen is your inner self – whenever and whatever you write about. And who knows and understands you better than yourself?
You don’t need to write maybe… Paintig, music or things like that aren’t any different. They are only other ways to express yourself.
Though personally I think that words can be more touching than anything else…
People, places, faces, lives,… nothing is completely the same – yet the whole world sticks together. How? Simple: Communication. The living among one another evdiently, makes it impossible not to affect each other.
Somehow there’s always effect. And those effects are the sparkles making our lives individual, pacing, raccing, going on and on and on… without getting monotone because not even time can be the same.
As it is, those effects all leave impressions behind – or rather in us. And we share them. We use any way of communication to reconnect with those who have affected us. We share our impressions and while we share, we always share a part of us becasue we express ourself, what we think, what we feel,…
That’s it. My writings are a part of me. A part of all those who have affected me, who have shared with me.
Writing is the way I express myself.